Author’s Note – Claire Snook
on Seizure 1
This poem was assembled by Max Wallis from my blog posts and Substack entries about living with my tumours and the seizures that come with them.
It describes something difficult to explain: how a seizure feels from the inside. The strange detachment, the shift in colour and sound, the way the world blurs and then snaps back, and the exhaustion that follows.
These moments can be frightening, yet there is also something oddly beautiful in their distortion when taken in detached isolation. Writing about them helped me take some ownership of an experience I cannot control, putting it into my own words before and after the jolt back into reality.
—Claire Snook
